Apr 17 LIFE AT THE INTERSECTION BY KAMILAH DOTSON

To exist in a space where you constantly stand out can be tiresome. To have everything you say be looked at as “unique” can be annoying. To be looked at as body parts can be demeaning. To be judged when you say you are a Black Feminist can be perplexing. To be neglected by the people you uplift, even above yourself, can be painful. To be a black woman can be all these things at the same time.